I am walking down Eager Avenue in St. Louis, walking to Borders. I walk past this haven of suburbia past the fountains no one ever notices, past the flowers no one ever smells, across the hot black asphalt with no pedestrian crosswalk because, obviously, why would anyone ever want to walk here? This is dead space – even artificial life is cramped and tired here.
I remember when you did this walk. I was talking about this with a taxi driver in Boston last week, coincidentally…how people think when you are walking in strip mall or big box suburbia, it’s because your car broke down, you’re dealing drugs, you’re part of the immigrant team landscaping the artificial space, or something…and that’s when they even have sidewalks. The driver, from some Eastern European country, said he couldn’t get over this when he first moved to this country.